"No, I should say not!" vouchsafed Rachel, her voice firm now that the size of the "burglar" was declared. Tabitha only gasped.
The small boy placed the food upon the empty plates, and Rachel"s lips twitched as she saw that he clumsily tried to arrange it in an orderly fashion.
"There, ma"am,--that looks pretty good!" he finally announced with some pride.
Tabitha made an involuntary gesture of aversion. Rachel laughed outright; then her face grew suddenly stern.
"Boy, what do you mean by such actions?" she demanded.
His eyes fell, and his cheeks showed red through the tan.
"I was hungry."
"But didn"t you know it was stealing?" she asked, her face softening.
"I didn"t stop to think--it looked so good I couldn"t help takin" it."
He dug his bare toes in the gra.s.s for a moment in silence, then he raised his head with a jerk and stood squarely on both feet. "I hain"t got any money, but I"ll work to pay for it--bringin" wood in, or somethin"."
"The dear child!" murmured two voices softly.
"I"ve got to find my folks, sometime, but I"ll do the work first. Mebbe an hour"ll pay for it--"most!"--He looked hopefully into Miss Rachel"s face.
"Who are your folks?" she asked huskily.
By way of answer he handed out a soiled, crumpled envelope for her inspection on which was written, "Reverend John Hapgood."
"Why--it"s father!"
"What!" exclaimed Tabitha.
Her sister tore the note open with shaking fingers.
"It"s from--Paul!" she breathed, hesitating a conscientious moment over the name. Then she turned her startled eyes on the boy, who was regarding her with lively interest.
"Do I belong to you?" he asked anxiously.
"I--I don"t know. Who are you--what"s your name?"
"Ralph Hapgood."
Tabitha had caught up the note and was devouring it with swift-moving eyes.
"It"s Paul"s boy, Rachel," she broke in, "only think of it--Paul"s boy!"
and she dropped the bit of paper and enveloped the lad in a fond but tearful embrace.
He squirmed uneasily.
"I"m sorry I eat up my own folks"s things. I"ll go to work any time,"
he suggested, trying to draw away, and wiping a tear splash from the back of his hand on his trousers.
But it was long hours before Ralph Hapgood was allowed to "go to work."
Tears, kisses, embraces, questions, a bath, and clean clothes followed each other in quick succession--the clothes being some of his own father"s boyhood garments.
His story was quickly told. His mother was long since dead, and his father had written on his dying bed the letter that commended the boy--so soon to be orphaned--to the pity and care of his grandparents.
The sisters trembled and changed color at the story of the boy"s hardships on the way to Fairtown; and they plied him with questions and sandwiches in about equal proportions after he told of the frequent dinnerless days and supperless nights of the journey.
That evening when the boy was safe in bed--clean, full-stomached, and sleepily content the sisters talked it over. The Reverend John Hapgood, in his will, had cut off his recreant son with the proverbial shilling, so, by law, there was little coming to Ralph. This, however, the sisters overlooked in calm disdain.
"We must keep him, anyhow," said Rachel with decision.
"Yes, indeed,--the dear child!"
"He"s twelve, for all he"s so small, but he hasn"t had much schooling.
We must see to that--we want him well educated," continued Rachel, a pink spot showing in either cheek.
"Indeed we do--we"ll send him to college! I wonder, now, wouldn"t he like to be a doctor?"
"Perhaps," admitted the other cautiously, "or a minister."
"Sure enough--he might like that better; I"m going to ask him!" and she sprang to her feet and tripped across the room to the parlor-bedroom door. "Ralph," she called softly, after turning the k.n.o.b, "are you asleep?"
"Huh? N-no, ma"am." The voice nearly gave the lie to the words.
"Well, dear, we were wondering--would you rather be a minister or a doctor?" she asked, much as though she were offering for choice a peach and a pear.
"A doctor!" came emphatically from out of the dark--there was no sleep in the voice now. "I"ve always wanted to be a doctor."
"You shall, oh, you shall!" promised the woman ecstatically, going back to her sister; and from that time all their lives were ordered with that one end in view.
The Hapgood twins were far from wealthy. They owned the homestead, but their income was small, and the added mouth to fill--and that a hungry one--counted. As the years pa.s.sed, Huldy came less and less frequently to help in the kitchen, and the sisters" gowns grew more and more rusty and darned.
Ralph, boylike, noticed nothing--indeed, half the year he was away at school; but as the time drew near for the college course and its attendant expenses, the sisters were sadly troubled.
"We might sell," suggested Tabitha, a little choke in her voice.
Rachel started.
"Why, sister!--sell? Oh, no, we couldn"t do that!" she shuddered.
"But what can we do?"
"Do?--why lots of things!" Rachel"s lips came together with a snap.
"It"s coming berry time, and there"s our chickens, and the garden did beautifully last year. Then there"s your lace work and my knitting--they bring something. Sell? Oh--we couldn"t do that!" And she abruptly left the room and went out into the yard. There she lovingly trained a wayward vine with new shoots going wrong, and gloated over the rosebushes heavy with crimson buds.
But as the days and weeks flew by and September drew the nearer, Rachel"s courage failed her. Berries had been scarce, the chickens had died, the garden had suffered from drought, and but for their lace and knitting work, their income would have dwindled to a pitiful sum indeed. Ralph had been gone all summer; he had asked to go camping and fishing with some of his school friends. He was expected home a week before the college opened, however.
Tabitha grew more and more restless every day. Finally she spoke.